I was embarrassed, sort of. But I fought it. And I won't share the details of the bargain deal because I did feel a tinge of awkwardness as I invested the best part of a day to go see a bike for sale so far off the beaten track it hadn't been viewed for months.
Unwittingly, I'd come across the type of machine and circumstances in which one trader specialises: reasonably rare, decent condition, but not quite at road tax-exempt age, but, key, it was for sale in a far-flung location in Scotland.